See you anon

see you

Christina Strigas

Writing a novel is such a task

words found somewhere on the bottom of a tin flask

one last drop to tie me over

give me luck with a fake four leaf clover.

The dead trees still live

on the icy snow

we pass the farms, the homes

trying to let the feelings go

but they knock

they hum

like the sounds of this train or a long lost battle drum

on a bumpy ride or a field of dead

drink coffee and hide

behind Gatsby’s bed

or samples of another book

about people I never knew

or ones that I want to meet

so I write

on this train

on my feet

on a chair

in my head

up the musical stairs

as long as I paid the fare.
Did you miss my words?

all these crying kids

buy sour cream and onion chips

and then the mirror on…

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4 thoughts on “See you anon

  1. Honey, you are hands down my favorite poet. I can’t really even express how amazing I feel you are. Your words ebb and flow so perfectly. Before I die I wish to be in a room where are you are, to write in the presence of such depth and talent. Love to you Chrissy. You inspire me

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